CHAPTER VIII.

A DARK HISTORY CONCLUDED.

"The pulquero at length decided on obedience. Suddenly a luminous

thought crossed his brain, and it was with a smile on his lips that

he lifted the knocker. At the moment he was going to let it fall, Don

Torribio caught his arm."

"'What is the matter?' Salado asked."

"'Eleven o'clock struck long ago; everybody must be asleep in the

convent, so perhaps it would be better to try another plan.'"

"'You are mistaken, Caballero,' the pulquero answered; 'the portress is

awake.'"

"'Are you sure of it?'"

"'Caramba!' the other answered, who had formed his plan, and was afraid

he would be obliged to return the money, if his employé changed his

mind. 'The convent of the Bernardines is open day and night to persons

who come for medicines. Leave me to manage it.'"

"'Go on, then,' the chief of the band said, letting loose his arm."

"Salado did not allow the permission to be repeated, through fear

of a fresh objection, and he hastened to let go the knocker, which

resounded on a copper bolt. Don Torribio and his companions were

crouching under the wall."

"In a moment the trapdoor was pushed back, and the wrinkled face of the

portress appeared."

"'Who are you, my brother?' she asked, in a peevish, sleepy voice. 'Why

do you come at this late hour to tap at the gates of the convent?'"

"'_Ave Maria purísima!_' Salado said, in his most nasal tone."

"'_Sin pecado concebida_, my brother,--are you ill?'"

"'I am a poor sinner, you know, sister; my soul is plunged in

affliction.'"

"'Who are you, brother? I really believe that I can recognise your

voice; but the night is so dark, that I am unable to distinguish your

features.'"

"'And I sincerely trust you will not see them,' Salado said, mentally;

then added, in a louder voice, 'I am Señor Templado, and keep a locanda

in the Calle Plateros.'"

"'Ah! I remember you now, brother.'"

"'I fancy that is biting,' the pulquero muttered."

"'What do you desire, brother? Make haste to tell me, in the most holy

name of your Saviour!' she said, crossing herself devotedly, a movement

imitated by Salado; 'for the air is very cold, and I must continue my

orisons, which you have interrupted.'"

"'Vulgo mi Dios! sister; my wife and two children are ill; the Reverend

Pater Guardian, of the Franciscans, urged me to come and ask you for

three bottles of your miraculous water.'"

"We will observe, parenthetically, that every convent manufactures in

Mexico a so-called miraculous water, the receipt of which is carefully

kept secret; this water, we were told, cures all maladies--a miracle

which we were never in a position to test, for our part. We need hardly

say, that this universal panacea is sold at a very high rate, and

produces the best part of the community's revenue."

"'Maria!' the old woman exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy at the

pulquero's large order. 'Three bottles!'"

"'Yes, sister. I will also ask your permission to rest myself a little;

for I have come so quick, and the emotion produced by the illness of my

wife and children has so crushed me, that I find it difficult to keep

on my legs.'"

"'Poor man!' the portress said, with pity."

"'Oh! it would really be an act of charity, my sister.'"

"'Señor Templado, please look around you, to make sure there is no one

in the street. We live in such wicked times, that a body cannot take

enough precautions.'"

"'There is no one, my sister,' the pulquero answered, making the

bandits a sign to get ready."

"'Then I will open.'"

"'Heaven will reward you, my sister.'"

"'Amen,' she said, piously."

"The noise of a key turned in a lock could be heard, then the rumbling

of bolts, and the door opened."

"'Come in quickly, brother,' the nun said."

"But Salado had prudently withdrawn, and yielded his place to Don

Torribio. The latter rushed at the portress, not giving her time to

look round, seized her by the throat, and squeezed her windpipe as if

his hand were a vice."

"'One word, sorceress,' he said to her, 'and I will kill you!'"

"Terrified by this sudden attack from a man whose face was covered by a

black mask, the old woman fell back senseless."

"'Devil take the old witch!' Don Torribio exclaimed, passionately; 'Who

will guide us now?'"

"He tried to restore the portress to her senses, but soon perceiving

that he should not succeed, he made a sign to two of his men to tie

and gag her securely; then, after recommending them to stand sentry at

the door, he seized the bunch of keys entrusted to the nun, and began,

followed by his comrades, to find his way into the building inhabited

by the sisters. It was not an easy thing to discover, in this immense

Thebaïd, the cell occupied by the abbess, for it was that lady alone

whom Don Torribio wanted."

"Now, to converse with the abbess, she must first be found, and it was

this that embarrassed the bandits, though masters of the place they had

seized by stratagem. At the moment, however, when they began to lose

all hopes, an incident, produced by their inopportune presence, came to

their aid."

"The bandits had spread, like a torrent that had burst its dykes,

through the courts and cloisters, not troubling themselves in the least

as to the consequences their invasion might have for the convent; and,

shouting and cursing like demons, they appeared to wish to leave no

nook, however secret it might be, unvisited; but it is true that, in

acting thus, they only obeyed the orders of their chief."

"The nuns, accustomed to calmness and silence, were soon aroused by

this disturbance, which they, for a moment, believed occasioned by an

earthquake; they rushed hurriedly from their beds, and, only half

dressed, went, like a flock of frightened doves, to seek shelter in the

cell of the abbess."

"The Mother Superior, sharing the error of her nuns, had succeeded in

opening her door; and, collecting her flock around her, she walked

toward the spot whence the noise came, leaning majestically on her

abbatical cross."

"Suddenly she perceived a band of masked demons, yelling, howling, and

brandishing weapons of every description. But, before she could utter

a cry, Don Torribio rushed toward her. 'No noise!' he said. 'We do not

wish to do you any harm; we have come, on the contrary, to repair that

which you have done.'"

"Dumb with terror at the sight of so many masked men, the women stood

as if petrified."

"'What do you want of me?' the Mother Superior stammered, in a

trembling voice."

"'You shall know,' the Chief answered; and, turning to one of his men,

he said, 'the sulphur matches.'"

"A bandit silently gave him what he asked for."

"'Now listen to me attentively, Señora. Yesterday, a novice belonging

to your convent, who some days back refused to take the veil, died

suddenly.'"

"The abbess looked around her with a commanding air, and then addressed

the man who was speaking to her."

"'I do not know what you mean,' she replied boldly."

"'Very good! I expected that answer. I will go on; this novice,

scarcely sixteen years of age, was Doña Laura de Acevedo del Real del

Monte; she belonged to one of the first families in the Republic. This

morning, her obsequies were performed, with all the ceremony employed

on such occasions, in the church of this convent; her body was then

lowered, with great pomp, into the vaults reserved for the burial of

the nuns.'"

"He stopped, and fixed on the Mother Superior eyes that flashed through

his mask like lightning."

"'I repeat to you that I do not know what you mean,' she replied

coldly."

"'Ah, very good! Then listen to this, señora, and profit by it; for you

have fallen, I swear it, into the hands of men who will show you no

mercy, and will be moved neither by your tears nor your airs of grace,

if you compel them to proceed to extremities.'"

"'You can do as you please,' the Mother Superior answered, still

perfectly collected. 'I am in your hands. I know that for the moment,

at least, I have no help to expect from any one; but Heaven will give

me strength to suffer martyrdom.'"

"'Madam,' Don Torribio said with a grin, 'you are blaspheming, you

are wittingly committing a deadly sin; but no matter, that is your

business: this is mine. You will at once point out to me the entrance

of the vault, and the spot where Doña Laura is reposing. I have sworn

to carry off her body from here, no matter at what cost. I will

fulfil my oath, whatever may happen. If you consent to what I ask, my

companions and myself will retire, taking with us the body of the poor

deceased, but not touching a pin of the immense riches the convent

contains.'"

"'And if I refuse?' she said, angrily."

"'If you refuse,' he replied, laying a stress on each word, as if he

wished the lady addressed fully to understand them, 'the convent will

be sacked, these timid doves will become the prey of the demon.' He

added, with a gesture which made the nuns quiver with terror. 'And I

will apply to you a certain torture, which I do not doubt will loosen

your tongue.'"

"The abbess smiled contemptuously."

"'Begin with me,' she said."

"'That is my intention. Come,' he added, in a rough voice, 'to work.'"

"Two men stepped forward, and seized the Mother Superior; but she

made no attempt to defend herself. She remained motionless, seemingly

apathetic; still an almost imperceptible contraction of her eyebrows

evidenced the internal emotion she endured."

"'Is that your last word, señora?' Don Torribio inquired."

"'Do your duty, villains!' she replied, with disdain. 'Try to conquer

the will of an old woman.'"

"'We are going to do so. Begin!' he ordered."

"The two bandits prepared to obey their chief."

"'Stay, in Heaven's name!' a maiden exclaimed, as she rushed bravely

before the Mother Superior, and repulsed the bandits."

"It was the novice with whom the abbess was speaking at the moment the

convent was invaded. There was a moment of breathless hesitation."

"'Be silent, I command you!' the abbess shrieked. 'Let me suffer. God

sees us!'"

"'It is because He sees us that I will speak,' the maiden answered,

peremptorily; 'it is He who has sent these men I do not know, to

prevent a great crime. Follow me, Caballeros; you have not a moment to

lose; I will lead you to the vaults.'"

"'Wretch!' the abbess cried, writhing furiously in the hands of the men

who held her. 'Wretch! my wrath will fall on you.'"

"'I know it,' the maiden responded, sadly; 'but no personal

consideration will prevent my accomplishing a sacred duty.'"

"'Gag that old wretch. We must finish our work,' the Chief commanded."

"The order was immediately executed. In spite of her desperate

resistance, the Mother Superior was reduced to a state of impotence in

a few moments."

"'One of you will guard her,' Don Torribio continued, 'and at the least

suspicious sign blow out her brains,' Then, changing his tone, he

addressed the novice, 'A thousand thanks, señorita! complete what you

have so well begun, and guide us to these terrible vaults.'"

"'Come, Caballeros,' she answered, placing herself at their head."

"The bandits, who had suddenly become quiet, followed her in silence,

with marks of the most profound respect. At a peremptory order from Don

Torribio, the nuns, now reassured, had dispersed and returned to their

cells."

"While crossing the corridor, Don Torribio went up to the girl, and

whispered in her ear two or three words, which made her start."

"'Fear nothing,' he added. 'I but wished to prove to you that I knew

all. I only desire, señorita, to be your most respectful and devoted

friend.'"

"The maiden sighed, but made no reply."

"'What will become of you afterwards? Alone in this convent, exposed

defencelessly to the hatred of this fury, who regards nothing as

sacred, you will soon take the place of her we are about to deliver. Is

it not better to follow her?'"

"'Alas, poor Laura!' she muttered, hoarsely."

"'Will you, who have done so much for her up to the present, abandon

her at this supreme moment, when your assistance and support will

become more than ever necessary to her? Are you not her foster sister?

her dearest friend? What prevents? You! an orphan from your earliest

youth, all your affections are concentrated on Laura. Answer me, Doña

Luisa, I conjure you!'"

"The maiden gave a start of surprise, almost of terror."

"'You know me!' she said."

"'Have I not already said that I knew all? Come, my child, if not for

your own sake, then for hers, accompany her. Do not compel me to leave

you here in the hands of terrible enemies, who will inflict frightful

tortures on you.'"

"'You wish it?' she stammered sadly."

"'She begs you by my lips.'"

"'Well, be it so; the sacrifice shall be complete. I will follow

you, though I know not whether, in doing so, I am acting rightly or

wrongly; but, although I do not know you, although a mask conceals your

features, I have faith in your words. You seem to have a noble heart,

and may heaven grant that I am not committing an error.'"

"'It is the God of goodness and mercy who inspires you with this

resolution, poor child.'"

"Doña Luisa let her head sink on her breast as she breathed a sigh that

resembled a sob."

"They went onwards, side by side, without exchanging another word. The

party had left the cloisters, and were now crossing some unfinished

buildings, which did not seem to have been inhabited for many a long

year."

"'Where are you leading us, then, Niña?' Don Torribio asked. 'I fancied

that in this convent, as in others, the vaults were under the chapel.'"

"The maiden smiled sadly. 'I am not leading you to the vaults,' she

answered, in a trembling voice."

"'Where to, then?'"

"'To the _in pace!_'"

"Don Torribio stifled an angry oath."

"'Oh!' he muttered."

"'The coffin that was lowered into the vaults this morning in the sight

of all,' Doña Luisa continued, 'really contained the body of my poor

Laura; it was impossible to do otherwise, owing to the custom which

demands that the dead should be buried in their clothes, and with

uncovered faces; but so soon as the crowd had departed, and the doors

of the chapel were closed on the congregation, the Mother Superior

had the tombstone removed again, the body brought up, and transferred

to the deepest _in pace_ of the convent. But here we are,' she said,

as she stopped and pointed to a large stone in the paved floor of the

apartment in which they were."

"The scene had something mournful and striking about it. In the

deserted apartment the masked men were grouped around the maiden

dressed in white, and only illumined by the ruddy glare of the torches

they waved, bore a strange likeness to those mysterious judges who in

old times met in ruins to try kings and emperors."

"'Raise the stone,' Don Torribio said, in a hollow voice."

"After a few efforts the stone was raised, leaving open a dark gulf,

from which poured a blast of hot and foetid air. Don Torribio took a

torch, and bent over the orifice."

"'Why,' he said, at the expiration of a moment, 'this vault is

deserted.'"

"'Yes,' Doña Luisa answered, simply, 'she, whom you seek, is lower.'"

"'What! lower?' he cried, with a movement of terror, which he could not

control."

"'That vault is not deep enough; an accident might cause a discovery;

shrieks could be heard from outside. There are two other vaults like

this, built above each other. When, through any reason, the abbess has

resolved on the disappearance of a nun, and that she shall be cut off

for ever from the number of the living, the victim is let down into the

last cave, called _Hell!_ There all noise dies away; every sob remains

unechoed; every complaint is vain. Oh! the Inquisition managed matters

well; and it is so short a time since its rule ended in Mexico, that

some of its customs have been maintained in the convents. Seek lower,

Caballero, seek lower!'"

"Don Torribio, at these words, felt a cold perspiration beading at the

roots of his hair. He believed himself a prey to a horrible nightmare.

Making a supreme effort to subdue the emotion that overpowered him, he

went down into the vault by means of a light ladder leaning against

one of the walls, and several of his comrades followed him. After some

searching, they discovered a stone like the first. Don Torribio plunged

a torch into the gulf."

"'Empty!' he exclaimed, in horror."

"'Lower, I tell you! Look lower,' Doña Luisa cried, in a gloomy voice,

who had remained on the edge of the topmost vault."

"'What had this adorable creature done to them to endure such

martyrdom?' Don Torribio exclaimed, in his despair."

"'Avarice and hatred are two terrible counsellors,' the maiden

answered; 'but make haste! make haste! every moment that passes is an

age for her who is waiting.'"

"Don Torribio, a prey to incredible fury, began seeking the last vault.

After a few moments, his exertions were crowned with success. The

stone was scarce lifted, ere, paying no attention to the mephitic air

which rushed from the opening and almost extinguished his torch, he

bent over."

"'I see her! I see her!' he said, with a cry more resembling a howl

than a human voice."

"And, waiting no longer, without even calculating the height, he leaped

into the vault. A few moments later he returned to the hall, bearing in

his arms Doña Laura's inanimate body."

"'Away, friends, away!' he exclaimed, addressing his companions; 'let

us not stay an instant longer in this den of wild beasts with human

faces!'"

"At a sign from him, Doña Luisa was lifted in the arms of a sturdy

lepero, and all ran off in the direction of the cloisters. They soon

reached the cell of the Mother Superior. On seeing them, the abbess

made a violent effort to break her bonds, and writhed impotently like a

tiger, while flashing, at the men who had foiled her hideous projects,

glances full of hatred and rage."

"'Wretch!' Don Torribio shouted, as he passed near her, and

disdainfully spurned her with his foot; 'be accursed! your chastisement

commences, for your victim escapes you.'"

"By one of those efforts which only hatred which has reached its

paroxysm can render possible, the abbess succeeded in removing her gag

slightly."

"Perhaps!' she yelled, in a voice which sounded like a knell in Don

Torribio's ears."

"Overcome by this great effort, she fainted."

"Five minutes after, there was no one in the convent beyond its usual

inmates."

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